Three months have passed, and winter has begun in a blink of an eye.

In order to let Wang Ling have a good cultivation environment, Li Zongyuan deliberately built a wooden house in the depths of the Yanrong Mountain, and cleared a large open space outside the house.

After a heavy snowfall, the snow on the mountain was enough to reach his ankles, and a wisp of cooking smoke floated from the chimney of the wooden house, and the cold wind blew away the smoke and blew through the red cheeks of the young man.

Wang Ling dragged three stone piers the size of leather balls behind him, and was diligently circling the clearing, leaving traces on the snow, as if he was plowing.

He was no longer the thin-looking teenager he had been three months ago.

The originally smooth and fair face was flushed, but it was full of angular coldness, dark and deep eyes, shining with a persistent and determined light, and the half-naked upper body showed beautiful curvaceous muscles.

He was going through a cultivation that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

The three stone piers behind Wang Ling looked small, but they were extremely terrifying and scary.

He also didn't know where the master found these three stone piers, they were really too evil, once a person came into contact, the internal force in his body would be completely suppressed, and he couldn't use it at all.

Not only that, as long as he tied these three stone piers to his body, the stone piers would become heavier and heavier over time.

The stone pier, which was originally fifty catties, has now weighed more than five hundred catties.

Together, the three stone piers are 1,500 catties!

This is not only a tempering of the body, but also a tempering of his mental perseverance.

He had already dragged the three stone piers around the field thirty times, and one circle was a mile away.

At first, he could only drag up a stone pier to complete one lap, then two, five, ten... The number has also changed from one at the beginning to three now.

Li Zongyuan stood quietly on the sidelines with a burning stick in his hand, his eyes always fixed on Wang Ling.

In the past three months, Wang Ling's efforts and progress, he has seen all of them, and knows that he is about to reach his limit.

Sure enough, Wang Ling suddenly found that his eyes were getting darker and darker, his eyes were gradually dilated, and his body seemed to be out of control.

He wanted to grit his teeth and take a few more steps forward, but his body wouldn't allow him to continue.

Just as he tensed his muscles and wanted to take a step further, several wounds suddenly burst open on his body, and blood sprayed outward from these wounds.

Wang Ling suddenly felt weak all over, plopped, and fell to the ground head-on.

Li Zongyuan flew beside Wang Ling and silently carried him into the house, blood dripping from his body, and gorgeous red flowers bloomed on the snow.

Li Zongyuan brought Wang Ling back to the wooden house, and in the middle of the room, there was a large eye-catching vat, which contained spring water, but it had already been soaked in all kinds of strange medicinal herbs and turned yellow.

The old man threw Wang Ling into the bucket and helped him sit firmly, the waterline just below his shoulder.

"Thank you, Master." Wang Ling felt weak at this time, but he still squeezed out a little strength to express his gratitude to the old man.

Li Zongyuan took out a medicine bottle from the cabinet and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, you have to be strong every time, but it's okay like this, if you don't squeeze you dry, you won't be able to fully exert the miraculous effect of my secret medicine." ”

Looking at the medicine bottle in the master's hand, Wang Ling's eyes were full of fear, he instinctively wanted to jump out of the barrel, but he couldn't exert any strength, he could only cling to the edge of the barrel, and the whole person trembled.

Seeing his appearance, the old man's face was slightly angry: "Why haven't you gotten used to it?" Haven't they all been soaked for three months? ”

Wang Ling was already extremely weak at this time, but he was still aggrieved and said, "The disciple is also... I want to get used to it... But your secret medicine... Too domineering, disciple... The disciple is indeed .. I was cowardly, and I was ashamed of my master..."

The old man snorted coldly and said, "You know, I don't give me any number of people who ask me for medicine, you stinky boy, you are really in the blessing and don't know the blessing!" ”

Wang Ling smiled bitterly, he didn't speak, he really didn't have the strength to speak.

"Ready, I'm going to pour it in."

Hearing this, Wang Ling immediately closed his eyes, sat cross-legged in the barrel, and began to run the "Soul Eater".

This is the mantra that Li Zongyuan taught him before, used to regulate and nourish qi, at that time, it was said that pranayama and qi cultivation was just a disguise, as a mantra that complemented and swallowed teeth, how could it be so simple?

The real extraordinary thing about "Soul Eater" is that cultivators can not only absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but also devour the power of dying people, and even when he got the "Soul Eater", Wang Ling was really startled when he saw the last page with the words "Everything in heaven and earth can be eaten".

However, it should be noted that the aura that the human body can hold is limited, and it cannot exceed this limit, otherwise it may explode and die.

Seeing the aura on the mountain, Li Zongyuan gathered towards the precious apprentice, and immediately took off the cork of the medicine bottle in his hand.

A black liquid as thick as resin was poured into the bucket by him.

The moment the liquid fused with the potion in the barrel, the temperature of the water in the barrel dropped suddenly, gradually reaching the freezing point, and the frost inside and outside the barrel spread like an ant colony, and even Wang Ling's cheeks and eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost.

A biting chill hit from all corners of the body, straight to the bone marrow.

Wang Ling closed his eyes tightly, his eyeballs rolled back and forth under his eyelids, his brows furrowed, and the expression on his face looked extremely painful.

Two rows of teeth were almost crushed by him.

His body was gradually frozen, as if even his soul was frozen!

Suddenly! A cold breath wrapped in a cold stinging sensation rushed straight to the meridians of his body, scurrying wildly in Wang Ling's body, and the pain made him almost crazy.

In this way, he insisted on about half a pillar of incense...

The temperature inside the barrel gradually rises, and the frost fades.

Wang Ling only felt that the frozen blood was slowly flowing to his whole body, his whole body was happy, and his brows gradually stretched.

However, after countless immersions, he did not dare to relax in his heart, because he knew very well that the second torture was about to come.

In a few moments, the water surface rose hot, and the temperature of the water continued to rise until it boiled.

Bubbles bubbled up inside the barrel, like a boiling cauldron.

Wang Lingqiang endured not to let himself scream, and the sweat of beans slid down from his cheeks into the bucket, and as the temperature in the bucket continued to rise, every pore of his was no longer sweat, but a trace of black blood.

In a short time, Wang Ling turned into a blood-stained clay man.

The handsome face was twisted together, grinning teeth, and it was difficult to endure the painful torture.

Li Zongyuan looked at the baby apprentice who had not screamed so far, stroked his beard, and showed a pleased smile.

Recalling the first time Wang Ling was soaked, the screams like killing pigs couldn't help but be a little funny.

Although this liquid is domineering, it has the effect of expanding the meridians, cutting hair and washing the marrow, and is most suitable for laying the foundation.

After another half pillar of incense, the water surface gradually returned to calm, and the water temperature returned to normal temperature, which was very soft.

A refreshing sensation spread to every corner of his body like an electric current, Wang Ling opened his eyes, looked at the mud all over his body, caught the towel thrown by the master head-on, and scrubbed it with ease.

His movements were fast, and in a few moments, he cleaned all the dirt from his body.

The shocking wounds before were miraculously healed, but the newly grown skin and flesh were not the same as the original complexion, and they were whiter and more tender.

When he washed and jumped out of the bucket naked, he found that whether it was his chest, back or limbs, the traces of different skin tones were almost all over his body.

You can imagine how he has come over the past three months.